A while back, my husband brought home a job for me. Someone he knew was selling some things they had inherited and needed a catalog. And yes, they were numerous enough to need one. I told him to inform the person it would be $500. He said he would talk to them and soon he brought the files so I could begin the work.
I did tell him I needed individual jpegs or other image files. Naturally, I got a word document full of images instead. Mildly irritated, I extracted the images and got to work.
When I had finished, I found out he hadn’t actually talked to them about payment. He claimed money was a bit tight for the person, which irritated me even more because I was seeing the prices they were charging for what they were selling. I told him to go back and negotiate, specifically telling him that he needed to tell them $500 and not to hand over the finished product for anything less than $100.
He came back that evening with “good news.” It was a cheque for $50. He basically negotiated my work to be worth less than minimum wage because it was done “in my spare time.”